Chapter Fourteen
Remy
When he awoke the next morning, Remy propped himself up on one arm and watched his mate sleep. He knew they still had a long road ahead of them but at least he’d gotten over one hurdle. Now that she knew he didn’t hold her at fault for what Ezra did to her, he could focus on helping her heal.
After watching her for a while, he leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You just keep sleepin’ a while longer so I can surprise you wit’ breakfast in bed,” he murmured softly so he wouldn’t wake her. Then he slipped out of bed and headed to his kitchen.
After he got the coffee going, he set about making breakfast for both of them. He’d decided on omelets thick with hash browns, diced ham, onions, peppers, mushrooms, and three different cheeses. He added sausage links, Potatoes O'Brien, and thick slices of toast. He was just getting the last of it finished and plated when there was a knock on his front door. He opened it to find Emelise standing there.
“Mornin’, Emelise.”
“Good morning, Remy. Please tell me Kylie is here. I went to check on her this morning, to let her know breakfast was done if she was hungry, only to find the guest cottage empty.”
“A’course she is.”
“Thank Gods. I was worried when I realized she didn’t come home last night. How is she?”
“Better, I tink. We talked, cleared da air a bit. I’ll let her know you were worried about her when she wakes up.”
“I’m awake.”
“Damn, dere goes my surprise.” He saw her puzzled look before she moved to the door to speak to Emelise.
“I’m sorry I worried you. I just…I couldn’t stay there last night.”
“No need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay. I’m gonna get out of here. I want you to take a couple of days off from work, Kylie. Take this time to start healing.”
“Okay.”
After he closed the door, Remy carefully wrapped his arms around her. “You bein’ up ruins my plans. I was plannin’ on bringin’ you breakfast in bed.”
Kylie stared at him. “Really? No one has ever done that for me before. Well, okay, that’s not entirely true because Emelise did that the other day but…before that, nope, nada, it didn’t happen.”
“Oh, Kitten, you’ve been missin’ out. Why don’t you go relax in bed and I’ll bring da tray in to you? We can just spend da day in bed together.”
“Remy, you can’t stay in bed with me all day. You have a resort hotel to design. That’s more important.”
Remy growled at her. “Dat, cher, is where you are wrong. Dere is no’ting in dis world dat is more important den you.” He swooped down and kissed her without thinking.
Kylie
Kylie froze when Remy’s lips touched hers. Just when he started to pull away, she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him in place. The sudden heat that burned through her startled her. She felt his arm’s wrap around her as the kiss deepened. His obvious arousal pressed against her lower belly, and it helped her to pull back from the lust that was consuming her. “I can’t. I’m sorry…I just can’t.”
His groan was loud in the foyer they still stood in. “You have no’ting to apologize for, Kitten. I’m da one who needs to be apologizin’. I know you’re not ready for anyting. I shouldn’t have kissed you like dat.”
“No, please don’t apologize for the kiss. God, Remy, it was the hottest kiss I’ve ever had.” She felt tears stinging her eyes. “I hate this! I hate that he ruined me so I can’t even enjoy a kiss. I don’t know why you don’t walk away and find someone who doesn’t panic over a fucking kiss.”
“When are you gonna get it, Kitten? I don’t want anyone else. I can be a patient man when I need to be. I’m willin’ to wait however long it takes to help you heal.”
“Even if it takes forever?”
“Even den.”
She stared at him before she laughed and shook her head. “You’re crazy, Cajun.”
Remy chuckled. “Like I haven’t heard dat before.”
Kylie took the initiative and lifted a somewhat shaky hand to trace his jaw with her fingertips. “You’re something else, Remy Delacroix. I’ll go crawl back into bed and let you bring me breakfast before it gets cold.”
